The Spring

This is the second part of a four seasons series.

Spring is here, I'm happy to say
Let us hope it is all that we pray
The flowers shoot up from the soil with a burst
Reaching for the sun, they're dying of thirst

The trees are abloom, all full of pride
They seem to have their own special guide
Different shades of green appear
Each one saying, we are here

The sun is gone, the rain has come
Reason is the grass needs some
Hopefully,  it won't stay too long
We need the sun to continue along